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As the two MI13 agents arrived, the bank was completely empty. All people left, even those that were employed there. There was just a heap of bodies, all mutilated. The floor was mostly covered in blood. It didn't take a lot of imagination to figure what kind of massacre took place there. The police wasn't coming either. Though backup was dispatched most refused to go or they would leave the station but just end up driving around. They already knew what kind of reputation these robberies had and at this point no one wanted to really lose their life. The three robbers armed with swords were long gone with the stolen goods too.
Marvel Smith would soon be at the scene too. He however had an advantage already. The money that was stolen was marked by him for tracking which also meant that wherever the hideout was it could be found so long the signal was not lost. For now however the scene would have to be examined first.
The scene where Arthur arrived wasn't even a bank. It was a huge jewelry store instead. There was one interesting thing about it however. Besides the annoying buzzing and screeching sound of the alarm, there were gunshots. The fight was still going on inside. Only two individuals this time. One of them was dressed in a suite, rather classy and refined, on his shoulder was a bag filled with the goods from the store and his free hand was an oversized musket with a bayonet attached to it. There was no magic to it, it was just a plain flintlock musket, yet using only that he took out over ten guards without ever being scratched himself.
His partner in crime was a woman wearing a rather girlish summer dress. She was equipped with a composite bow. Thinking of how complicated it must be to handle the musket, the bow seemed like the more reasonable and realistic weapon of choice in the scenario despite being the older weapon. And damn did the girl use it effectively. Like a machine-gun firing off bullets she dealt out arrows. Before the a guards scream could leave his mouth an arrow would pierce his throat, and by the time the last breath of life left his body, at least 7 more arrows joined the first one. She either didn't want to be overly effective with ammo use or believed that there is no kill like overkill.
The two of them were dealing with the last threats that they were facing. Occasionally they'd smiled at each other and make eye contact behind while peeking out of cover for just a single moment.
Just as Arthur was entering the store Crow was arriving at the same destination.
The third location being robbed also happened to be a bank. A tad bit smaller, but sadly enough that was not the only difference. Though the first bank was undeniably a bloodbath, it seemed like a peaceful children's playground when compared to this. Not only the guards, but civilians too. They were all dead. Well, not quite actually. Some of them were still alive, impaled on spikes and unable to move as they slowly bled and endured the pain. No body was resting on the ground, live or dead they were all impaled in one way or another. Some where stuck to the wall with spears stabbed into their eyes and mouth. Others were just put up in an upright position with a spear entering through their rectum and exiting through their mouth. There was considerable more blood too, probably spilled on purpose, not only on the floor, but on the walls and somehow on the rather high ceiling too.
On the few clean spots there was a message written in blood, over and over again.
"Those who oppose us."
A rather simple and perhaps confusing message. But if one looked around it would easily become clear why the impact of that simple sentence would send most men to their knees. The robbers who took both the money and the lives of these people were long gone, all but one. A man with stark white hair and a black leather jacket on him with fur around the neckline. He seemingly forgot to leave as he was far too focused on what he was doing. On his cheek was a small shot wound, a bullet probably touched him as he dodged and it flew past him. He was sitting on a body, though the face was pretty much missing at this point, as were other body parts the uniform would suggest that it was a police officer.
"Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable..." he kept muttering the phrase as he dug through the man's remains, a bloody spear next to him.
The father-son duo as well as the two rather strange lovers were on their way to the bank however.
"Yup, still all over the news." Crown told Hagane as he tossed the newspapers to the side. "They're still talking about Neo Phantom. Honestly, tried to ignore it but by now i'm beginning to worry." he said.
"Think we should do something?"